Dhara
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There I stood
In front of a mirror,
Alone;
But smiling.
.
It was familiar;
The surrounding, the noise.
But something was missing.
What was it?
.
Was it me?
.
I guess.
It couldn’t be you after all.
Not after I buried you,
Along with the memories we had.
.
And arising
From the ashes
Of our love,
This is what I call ‘Homecoming’.
.
~ © Dhara
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Beautiful Dhara
Thank you 😊
‘Not after I buried you, along with the memories we had.’ Powerfully said.
Thank you so much 😊
Such a beautiful one Dhara! A powerful one ❤️❤️
Thanks much 😊
Loved the crisp tone in your poem, Dhara.
Thank you 😊
Profound and powerful. Love the thought behind your poem. <3
Thank you di 💕
Lovely one.
Thank you 😊
Buried yet not buried. Memories lurking around. Powerful
Thank you ma’am 😊
Powerful words
Thank you 😁